At Elm Cottage. a7

 

‘but I can’t help it. This thing
won't come in. What shall I do?
I think I must let it fy away. Do
go and tell grandmother.’

So the little fellow went forward
to the foot of the stairs and shouted,

‘It’s only May and me, dan-
mover ; and May can’t get in.’

‘Only you two childer! cried the
grandmother, ‘and you’ve come all
alone in this storm

‘No, said Johnny; ‘the um-
brella’s come too; but it won’t come
in, danmover: and so May can’t.’

‘So May can’t!’ repeated the old
man upstairs, laughing heartily.
‘Well, to be sure! But don’t you
be. served out by it, child. Turn